Visions of Fire and Ice (The Petiri) by Teresa D'Amario

Author:Teresa D'Amario [D'Amario, Teresa]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: Freya's Bower Paranormal Erotic Romance
Publisher: Freya's Bower
Published: 2013-09-17T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two

Tamara waited while Julie was loaded into the ambulance, her heart stuck in her throat. Jeff climbed in behind his wife, and the doors closed. Ramose shot her a quick, reassuring smile. Warmth rushed through her blood, and she gave a nervous smile of her own. She was trusting this man to protect her family. Ramose patted the door once and then moved beside her.

“She’ll be fine. Come. We’ll meet her there.”

She followed beside him as they moved to the car. Maybe she’d go through her mental list of questions she had for him to distract herself.

“Ramose, how did you learn Ancient Egyptian? You asked me how I understood it, but what about you, and Jakkar?”

He shrugged. “I learned it when I was a child.”

“And Jakkar? I didn’t think Ancient Egyptian was taught in schools today.”

He stared straight ahead. He was just about to lie to her. How she knew that she couldn’t say. “Seriously, answer me. You never answer me with a direct answer when I ask stuff like that, and I want to know.” She was starting to feel like a petulant child, and maybe she was. But he was so good at sidestepping her questions.

He sighed and moved close to her. The chill in the air disappeared. “Both of our families thought it important for us to learn, so we did. I have known Jakkar for a great many years, so we tend to lapse into Egyptian when we wish to keep our words private.”

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” she said, satisfied he’d finally answered a question with the truth. “Jakkar, does he take good care of you? I know he’s always busy, and he runs you around as if you’re his personal slave.”

“I am fine, miss,” he said. She’d forgotten how cultured the driver’s voice was. Not rough like Ramose’s, not smooth like Darius’ from last night. No, his was cultured, as though educated. “Ramose and I have an understanding. I will drive him for the next year, and, after that, we will rethink things. He may decide he likes to drive.”

She whirled on Ramose. “You know how to drive?”

“Of course I know how to drive,” he said, a grimace on his face. “What do you take me for?”

She laughed. “I don’t know. I’ve never seen you behind the wheel, and I know things are different in this part of the world. For all I knew, Jakkar was your driver because you didn’t know how.”

“Well, I know how. And one day I shall show you. Until then, sit back and relax. We will be at Selket’s soon.”

The secretive Selket. “Tell me about her.”

“There is not much to tell.”

“Really? Then why when you mention her, it’s with respect? There’s no grins, or grimaces, just pure respect. When you mention Jakkar or Darius, you always laugh.”

“I do believe, Ramose,” Jakkar interjected into the conversation, “your lady is jealous.”

Ramose chuckled beneath his breath. His expression softened as he gazed at Tamara. “I think you’re right.”

She smacked his shoulder.

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